What’s underneath this madness? Devotion?

I cant see a future without him now that I’m standing at our death door. It was fun to play with the idea of leaving when I was still in a familiar hallway. 

Now I am numb again. Familiar only to my pain, and not ours. 

But it will return. 

Rumi says, keep digging your well, water is there somewhere. 

Is it devotion?

~Nikki, The Soul Reporter